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Selene looked at the congealed blood in the vial and suddenly recognized it as the blood of the wolf child who had gone missing last week. The Moon Temple had no healing methods; they were conducting live experiments on the frenzied ones. She abruptly grabbed Ronan's wrist and dripped her blood into the icy palm of his hand, saying, "It's a deal, but I want to witness the collapse of the Moon Temple's lies with my own eyes."
The blood contract formed under the moonlight, two beams of light intertwining and piercing their hearts. Selene did not notice that Ronan's gaze darkened at the completion of the contract—he had known all along that her curse would manifest during her coming-of-age ceremony. Three years ago, when he witnessed her mother being sacrificed in the secret chamber, this bloody transaction was already destined.
As the first rays of dawn broke through the clouds, Selene followed Ronan onto the iron-blooded war wolf of the Wild Wolf Clan, glancing back at the shrinking Moon Temple, the wolf king's mark on her neck burning against her skin. She was unaware that this contract, which began with manipulation, would completely rewrite the laws of the werewolf world on a future blood moon night.
The settlement of the Wild Wolf Clan lay hidden in the folds of the Eternal Night Mountains, massive bone totem poles entwined with chains from frenzied ones. The air was thick with a mix of rust and herbs. Selene stepped through the snow, following Ronan into a cave. Injured werewolves nodded at them along the way but showed complex expressions upon seeing the mark around her neck.
"They don't trust me," she whispered, noticing an old wolf licking its wounds while secretly smearing her fallen blood on the stone wall. Ronan did not look back. "They trust those who can stop the pups from howling in the middle of the night. Stay close; the elders will be waiting."
The council hall was a naturally formed ice cavern, twelve elders seated around a floating moonstone, their pupils flickering with wary azure light. The oldest elder, Gray Claw, suddenly stood up and ran his claws over Selene's arm. "It smells like seaside perfume; there’s not a hint of a wolf king's mate's blood."
Selene suppressed her discomfort as she watched her blood droplets crystallize into a reverse crescent shape on the ice—this was a side effect of her curse; her blood no longer followed the trajectory of the Moon Goddess' totem. Ronan suddenly pressed down on her shoulder, warmth seeping through his leather bracer. "Her blood can calm the frenzied ones; you all saw it yesterday at the altar."
"But she is a female Alpha!" another elder slammed his hand on the table, cracks appearing on the ice surface. "The Moon Goddess has never allowed—" Selene suddenly grabbed a vial from the table and poured out its black powder. "This is made from wolfbane to suppress frenzy disease; it will only cause the patient's claws to rot gradually." She pointed to a curled-up werewolf in the corner whose fingertips were oozing black blood. "And my blood can help them lick moonlight again."
The elders' ears perked up in unison; this was a sign of shock among werewolves. Seizing this moment, Ronan pressed a crystal vial containing Selene's blood against the moonstone, and blue light suddenly became pure. Gray Claw's attitude softened. "But why is her mark... in reverse crescent shape?"
Selene touched her neck where there should have been a fusion totem of wolf king and Alpha; instead, it looked as if a corner had been gnawed away by moonlight. Ronan answered for her: "A double Alpha brand is meant to be different." His tailbone twitched unconsciously—a small gesture that only appeared when he was nervous—reminding Selene of how he had stayed awake all night due to her curse manifesting.
That night, Selene was organizing herbs in a stone chamber arranged by Ronan when suddenly dark clouds obscured the full moon outside. Her temples throbbed violently as familiar tearing sensations radiated from her tailbone—not beast transformation but complete regression. When Ronan pushed open the door, he found a human girl curled up in a fur blanket, silver hair cascading over pale shoulders—gone was the sharpness she had displayed during council.
"Get out!" Selene shouted as she threw a pillow at him but froze upon seeing the porcelain bowl in his hands. Inside was steaming venison soup with wild herbs she had never seen by the seaside: "It can alleviate your curse's discomfort."
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